Straightflop, in my first few weeks or so... the cravings were intense... and they came fast and furious. It was like there was a voice SCREAMING at me in my head, "Get a cigarette, RIGHT NOW!! Smoke it, RIGHT NOW!! Don't play this game! You're a smoker, so smoke!!"
The voice was confident and demanding. And I didn't argue with it. I just ignored it. I smiled and ignored it. I knew I wouldn't smoke and I knew the voice would change. And it did.
Toward the second month... the voice was louder, but no longer confident. It was desperate. It was pleading with me, "Smoke... you can't mean this? You can't live without smoking? You'll suffer... you'll lose something that you need, something that's always been a part of you... something that makes every day...normal!"
But I continued to ignore it. I knew the voice... the addict... was losing his grip on my life, my thoughts, my feelings...
By the end of the second month the urgency in that voice was gone. It was more like the addict had decided that brow-beating me wasn't going to work... and that he would just wait me out. So since then... he has stood in the corner of the room, waiting...
He hardly ever says anything. He just waits. He looks at me and waits for me to say, "You're right. I can stay away from smoking, and I can function alright... but I'll never really be happy without you. I'm going to have a cigarette, because I'd rather be comfortable and miserable... then have to live in this purgatory forever."
But, you know what? There is no other voice in my head... and there is no addict in the room... except me. It's my voice, and I'm the addict. I've lied to myself all these years about how much I need the cigarettes, about what my life would be like without them... and a part of me is still doing it. But with every day that I live smoke-free... the reality of that becomes greater and greater, the truth becomes clearer and clearer. I know that, in time, I will be as convinced, living in the truth... as I once was living in the lie.
Things are better now than they were in the beginning, but it's still tough sometimes. And what makes it tough is that progress is slow. I can see it looking back, but the difference between yesterday and today... is very marginal. And I want what the cigs gave me; I want instant satisfaction... as illusory as that was. I don't want this to take months, or years. I want it now.
But, I've chosen to do this on life's terms instead of my terms. I've chosen to grow up and adjust to the way things really are.
I know this doesn't really answer your question, but I decided to share some of my experience with you anyway... in the hope that it might give you some perspective.
You're doing great, Straightflop! Keep doing what you're doing!
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]3/6/2007
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 122
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 3,050
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $1,128.50
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 19 [B]Hrs:[/B] 16 [B]Mins:[/B] 40 [B]Seconds:[/B] 47